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A Prologue To Phase Iii

Dearest Vicar – As a poet’s lines: It is divinity proper! Onions figure In our everlasting divinings: Her white ashes Of our burn-fire And the dew of dawn’s tears Still coax the rainbow To no avail Her white ashes Splashing wet-dusts of dark days: Cocks crow in vain?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 10/14/2009 7:31:00 AM
Beautiful piece, you are really talented. Gidds.
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